We're based on the book series Warrior Cats by Erin Hunter. We're an (account per player) roleplay with no word count or character limit. We're set far off into the future when the tales of Firestar and the Great Journey have faded from living memory. The story now is told by YOU. Will you brave the wilds as a warrior? Enjoy the solitude of the loner life? Or purr-haps you enjoy being pampered like a kittypet! All of which, you can enjoy here! Our goal here is to recreate the feel of the early years of Warriors RP. Back when it was all about the community and having fun! Without the pressures of whatever ails you in the real world: school, work, life in general! So kick back, relax, and have fun with your fellow Warriors fans!
Greenleaf
Moon 205-208
Hot and Muggy
Temperatures rise as the days lengthen. The heat and humidty have the world slowing to a crawl. What lies on the horizon may be blue skies or fierce tempests.
9/5/2024: Some high ranks are currently available! Post here if you wish to claim a rank for your characters!
9/2/2024: Five Clans is now in Greenleaf!
8/25/2024: Second activity check is currently in progress! Closes Sep. 1st. Check in Here
WindClan Members
ThunderClan she-cats
ShadowClan warriors
Discouraged:
Can still be created
RiverClan she-cats
Banned:
All bans exclude characters posted before July 2024
None
Census
Thunderclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
5
2
7
1
0
8
Riverclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
5
1
2
7
0
9
Windclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
6
3
1
4
1
6
Shadowclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
1
2
3
2
5
0
8
Skyclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
1
5
1
3
7
0
10
Rogues and Kittypets
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
1
0
0
1
0
1
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The last half-moon meeting found Acorntwig, the clan's medicine cat, given a dire warning.
Thunderclan's camp is empty, but for a small flower. He approaches it to get a closer look, but slowly the flower is covered in frost. Once it is covered completely, a black shadow swallows it up before the shadow gets big enough to swallow everything.
Danger looms over the clan. It is up to Thunderclan to determine what and how to protect their clan.
At the last half-moon meeting, Shadwoclan's medicine cat Dusklight recieved a warning.
In the Shadowclan camp, the sky is overcast, and a thunder rumbles heavily enough to shake her bones. A bright flash of lightning crashes down onto the nursery, setting it ablaze.
Something threatents the peace of Shadowclan. It is up to the clan to determine what and how to protect their clan.
Dawnpaw's paws prickled with anticipation, claws unsheathing over the grass. Oakfang told him to meet him here; for training, Dawnpaw assumed, and he was fairly excited for his first session.
The forest here opened into a long field with strange, sandy pits-- like a great paw had dug some dirt out and never filled it back in. Dawnpaw found them entertaining to practice pouncing in while he waited for his mentor, leaping into the sand and skidding a few mouse-steps, and then turning and leaping back out, hind-claws scrabbling and unfurling tufts of grass and dirt into the pit.
To say he pounced like a kittypet would be an understatement. He was much too unbalanced and heavy on his paws to sneak up on just about anything, even the blindest and deafest of prey. He knew his sister, Sparkpaw, likely would have been better at it.
Maybe I should have asked her for a few pointers, he thought spitefully as his paws went flailing at the edge of the sandpit again, pulling himself up on his paws to flop out of it. She was much better than him at fighting and stalking and such-- better than he'll ever be, probably.
He shook out his ginger fur to free it of sand, twisting back to groom the grains trapped too far in his coat.
He hoped he wouldn't disappoint his mentor too much.
Though his face held a scowl as he stalked through the undergrowth, it was a far cry from his true feelings. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. Thunderclan's deputy was likely more apprehensive than his own apprentice. He'd been with the clan for eight moons. Surely, it should feel like home by now. Despite his lofty title, it had failed to imbue him with any measure of confidence. He only hoped his fumbling mind wouldn't negatively affect his apprentice. Dawnpaw. The kit was just as a kit should be; carefree and full of life. Oakfang hoped he would stay that way.
Up ahead, his ears twitched. It sounded like Dawnpaw had already arrived. A part of him was relieved he hadn't lost his apprentice, while another part worried that he should have been the one waiting. He'd spent most of his life alone or with his family. But now he was expected to teach and lead. Could he really do it? Or would he just lead them astray? Such worries ate at him every sunrise.
Moving slowly, he pushed through the foliage to be greeted by Dawnpaw grooming his back. "Dawnpaw," he called out, bringing the rest of himself into the Crescent Field. Every step felt too tentative. "Are you ready for today's lesson?" But he wanted, needed, to do better.
He hadn't scented Oakfang coming, but he was nonetheless excited to see the Thunderclan deputy loping towards him. In an instant, he forgot about his poor attempts at pouncing, and (for a half-second) his kittypet roots. He was an apprentice of Thunderclan, bounding out to meet his mentor halfway across the field. "Yes!"
He skid to a halt in front of Oakfang, ginger head very nearly colliding with him. He stared up with wide eyes like little suns in his skull and, for a moment, noticed the deputy's uncertainty. He doesn't want to train a twoleg's pet, nagged a little voice in his head. Prove him wrong! said another.
So, Dawnpaw fluffed himself out proudly. "I was practicing my pouncing," he mewed. Pride worked for Sparkpaw, so it must work for him, too. "What are we going to do first? I wanna see the territory, or patrol the borders, or-- oh! We could go hunting."
The apprentice padded an eagar circle around Oakfang. "What did you do first with your mentor?"
Dawnpaw's energy was contagious and drew smile from the grumpy tom. Though it failed to shake his nerves. In his past, he'd viewed kittypets the same as any other feline. They had all been just a threat to himself and his family. But now, he was trying to revise his opinion. And Dawnpaw wasn't a kittypet anymore. He was clan. For him, Oakfang would do anything to keep him safe.
"I can see that," he remarked, bemused at the sight of the unsettled dirt, "Any success?" At Dawnpaw's age, Oakfang didn't expect much. No kit had any need to be an amazing warrior. All they needed to do was live and grow.
He chuckled shortly at the apprentice's remarks. "It's too early for you to hunt. Not when you've yet to get a good pounce under your claws." He didn't want to dampen Dawnpaw's excitement, but they wouldn't move too quickly. "Let's start with seeing the territory." First off, Dawnpaw needed to become familiar with his new home. Though, the deputy couldn't say he was overly familiar with the territory all that much either. He'd only been here for a few moons. When he'd been a rogue, the first thing he did in a new place had been to explore and familiarize himself with. In a pinch, he needed to know the places that would give him an advantage in a fight or, in the worst case, where to run and hide.
His eyes watched Dawnpaw circle him, but he froze at the kit's question. "I ... didn't have one." He'd joined the clan as a warrior and the fact that he didn't have a mentor gave him a feeling of otherness that haunted him. It was another facet that made him doubt his place in the clan.
"I think so," Dawnpaw said, looking into the ditch. "There's not really a lot to catch in there. Sometimes bugs but they're not prey." (He informed Oakfang of this just in case he'd never tried to eat a bug before.)
The apprentice gave a final shake of his over-thick fur. If he were disappointed about not going hunting, he didn't particularly show it. Training was training, and he was fairly excited for whatever Oakfang dealt to him, no matter what it was. He came to a stop, watching his mentor with huge, sun-coloured eyes. "What are we doing, then?"
Dawnpaw had, certainly, noticed the deputy balked at his question-- but he responded with not much more than a puzzled look and an "okay." Though otherness was a concept he was familiar with and had encountered himself, he didn't think much of it when it came to Oakfang. So what if he wasn't clanborn? So what if he'd never had a mentor? Oakfang was still Thunderclan. He was still his mentor-- and they had a lot to do.